STORY: Big Things Cum In Small Packages (M/g, M/m, M/gg)

[bobandcarole]

Big Things Do Cum in Small Packages

By Mr. E. Mann (M/g, M/m, M/gg)

Having just been released from prison where I had served 5 years for
drug trafficking, I needed some pretty young thing (hell, she could be
butt ugly for all I cared) to take 5 years worth of pent up sexual
frustration. I was relocating out west to Alberta, leaving everything
behind me. I took the greyhound bus, even though I could certainly
afford to fly or even buy a new car and drive there. I needed to get
out of where I was, leave my past, and start a new life. To just sit
back and relax, reflect on what the last few years had been like, and
decide what the rest of my life will be like. I decided in prison where
I was going to move to, to a city where I knew absolutely nobody and
nobody there knew me, but I'll tell you a little about who I am,
though.

My name is Edmond Mann, and I can be one sick fuck at times, but most
times I can be as loving and caring as a doting father. (That's if this
particular father likes to fuck his children) The objects of my
perverted sexual desires usually have a good time too, so I don't feel
too badly about myself. I'm 42, I stand 6' tall and I weigh about
190lbs. I have emerald green eyes, short brown hair, and I've been told
that I am very handsome, but I don't see the big to-do that some people
make over me. Now I'm not saying that I'm some butt ugly monster, I
just see myself as plain-looking that's all. I'll put it to you this
way; I don't scare little children away, which is a good thing, seeing
as they are the objects of my sexual needs.

The last pussy I had before going to prison was Amy's, ah yes, little
Amy. Just 7 =BD years old, long blonde hair that went down past her
waist, crystal blue eyes, and just as cute as could be. It took a few
"sessions" for Amy to stop trying to fight me off and finally accept
the fact that she was going to get fucked no matter what, so she might
as well make the most of it and try to enjoy herself. She did, and she
eventually grew to love my sleek and slim-lined 9"cock. I was a
complete fucking machine with that little girl, I'd power drill her
perfect little cunny, ass, and mouth with great delight.

Amy came into my life and I came into hers (insert your own joke here)
because of her mother Carol. Carol had a very nasty cocaine habit that
I happily fed in trade for her lovely 7-year-old daughter's sex.
Carol's drug habit became more and more costly than I figured Amy's
three holes were worth, so I cut the junkie bitch off. She threatened
to call the police and tell them that I raped Amy if I didn't keep a
steady supply of cocaine flowing into her veins.

SLAP!!! I backhanded her very hard right across the face and told her,
"Go ahead cunt, I've got some interesting photos of you when you were
passed out. You ever wonder why you passed out so fast, that one and
only night I brought you a bottle of whisky? It was laced with sleeping
pills, you ugly cow. Anyways, one has your face buried in Amy's cunt
with my cum coming out of it, and another one has Amy licking the dildo
while it's stuck in your gaping, smelly, hairy, 'gates to hell' of a
cunt, should I go on? There are plenty more that are just as bad, and
just try to explain them to a judge along with those track marks you
have up and down your arms."

Carol was totally stunned at my remarks, and said that I was
bullshitting about the pictures. I pulled out a copy of one of them
from my wallet (a nice shot of Amy smiling for the camera with her tiny
little arm partially in her mother's cunt) and I tossed it to Carol.
She ripped it up, grabbed a knife off the counter, and told me to leave
her house and to never come back or see Amy again. Not wanting to start
anything that could have the police called, (especially with a pound of
100% pure Columbian cocaine in my van) I left without further incident.

I was still fucking little Amy once in a while after school though, now
she was not only willing to be used as a human fuck doll, she begged
for it. She hated her mother and even though I treated her like shit
sometimes, she said she would rather be with me than her mother. She
even came up with a few of her own humiliating ways of being fucked and
used as someone's property. My favorite was when Amy and I would pick
up hitchhikers. She would tease them by flashing her bald little slit
to them from the bed she sat on in the back of my van. The hitchhikers
would either asked to be let out of the van in total disgust, or beg me
to let them taste her sweet pussy. 90% of them stayed and fucked Amy,
some even offered to pay me. Stupid shitheads, they could have had her
for free. I let Amy have the money (see? I can be nice). As for the 10%
that didn't stay, I bet later that night while fucking the same old
sloppy cunt they have for years, they wished that they would've stayed
and tasted Amy's treat. I loved watching Amy in the rear view mirror
getting fucked by complete strangers as we drove down the highway. The
only condition was, was that whomever we picked up, young or old, fat
or ugly, if I gave her the signal; she would have to start the show.

There was this one time we picked up this young 15-year-old native boy,
who taught us both the joys of golden showers and pee drinking. It was
something I thought I wouldn't enjoy, so I had never tried it before. I
later found the whole nastiness of it a real turn on. Amy and I found a
few other ways to enjoy piss too. She loved being fucked long, deep,
and sometimes a kind of rough and then tells me to stay inside her
until I piss. She says the force of the piss hits her special place
with such accuracy, that she orgasms several times, every time I do it.
We saved those times for those really special occasions, like the
nights Carol was so fucking high that she wouldn't even know who Amy
was, yet alone know or care if she was at home or not.

I liked pissing in Amy's pussy too, but mostly for the reaction it
caused in Amy. The primal noises and funny expressions she'd make with
her face trying to hold as much of my piss in her pussy while she
orgasms, was a site to see. I was growing very fond of Amy; she
literally was a pedophile's dream come true. She did everything and
anything I asked of her. She was totally uninhibited. Her cunny and ass
were still very, very tight, even after what would have to be well over
40 different cocks over the course of about 3 months. Men of all ages,
sizes and colors, used her like a fucking rag doll. The only request
Amy ever asked of me was to not make her eat shit. I definitely wasn't
into scat play at all, and I assured her that she wouldn't have too.
Amy burst out laughing when I said, "I guess it just isn't our cup of
pee."

Amy and I were together for 3 wonderful fuck-filled months after I was
told to stop fucking her. But like most good things, they had to come
to an end. Carol somehow found out about Amy's visits to my house and
our little "road trips". Carol had her new drug dealer/boyfriend to set
me up in what was a police sting, hence the prison sentence. Amy called
me once, just before I was sent to prison, telling me that she was
sorry she caused me getting into trouble. I don't hold Amy in any way
responsible for what happened, and told her so. As for Carol, I'm not
done with her, not by a long shot. One day that fucking ugly cunt will
regret the day she ever fucked with me, and Amy too. But enough story
behind the real story, I'll tell you the complete tale of Amy another
time. Now on to Alberta...

I arrived in my new city early Sat. morning and my first order of
business was to find a place suitable for me to live. Skid row areas
are easy to find in any city, so I headed for the run down area I had
seen while on the bus coming in. Again, I can afford much better living
accommodations, but these lower income neighborhoods usually have what
I am looking for; single mothers with young children.

I spotted a sign that read, "Room for Rent" and gave an address. The
rooming house was a block away from a row of cheap hotels and diners.
As I got closer to the old three-story Victorian style house, two young
girls were skipping rope on the sidewalk out front. One looked to be
about 6 years old and the other slightly taller girl looked maybe 8 or
9=2E I slowed my pace to watch a little longer, their frilly skirts
flying high above the waist as they jumped, showing off their little
white panties. Apart from me noticing just their panties, they both had
jet-black hair and both rail-thin. The smaller girl's hair was neatly
tied in pigtails, the other had hers tucked behind her little ears that
kept flying about as she jumped.

I smiled to them and said, "Is your mom home? I'd like to talk to her
about renting a room."

The younger girl started to tear up and cry, the other girl sniffled as
said, "Our mom's dead, but our Nana is home, wait here and I'll go get
her."

I knelt down to the little girl and said, "I'm sorry that your mom's
gone, I bet you miss her a lot don't you, sweetie?"

She looked up and nodded yes. I was just about to wipe the tears from
her cheeks, and ask what her name was when I heard someone coming up
behind me from the house. I turned to the right and it was Nana, she
was probably in her mid to late 60's, she had a cigarette in one hand
and a bottle of beer in the other. She was already drunk and it wasn't
even 11:00am yet.

In slurred speech she said, "I'm Maggie, what do you want?"

I told her, "I'm Edmond Mann, and I'm looking for a room to rent and
I=2E.."

She cut me off in mid sentence and said, "I don't have time to waste,
and my stories are starting soon, so here's the deal. I got one room
left, and it's in the basement. It's not fancy like the 2 other rooms I
have on the main floor, but it's all I got open right now. It's $125 a
week and I don't take any god damn checks."

I told her, "I'd like to take a look at it, and if it is suitable I'll
give you a month's rent in cash right now." Ka-ching!!! She realized
that her beer budget had now just skyrocketed.

She said, "Ok come on then", and staggered ahead of me and up to the
front porch. The girls ran up and each took an arm to help steady her
climb. Talking to Maggie as she looked for the key to the room, it
became clear that she was not only a drunk but was half deaf and had
some type of mental problems.

We went through the kitchen to the flight of stairs leading downstairs
the room. It was small, nothing but a bed, a little card table and a
chair, a small dresser, and a tiny fridge. Two doors were on the left
of the fridge, one was a closet and the other was a =BD bath
(toilet/sink). Maggie told me that there is a private entrance from the
side of the house, so that I could come and go as I pleased and not
have to go through the main floor. The entire basement consisted of my
room, the laundry room and some storage areas filled with boxes and
furniture. They looked like cells; they were fenced in with thick
chicken wire from floor to ceiling, which gave me some wicked thoughts
as to what I could do with them.

We went back up to the kitchen, and she said that the kitchen rules
were simple. "In the hall closet for each of the 3 borders, is a shelf
that contains a set of different colored cups, plates, towels, bedding,
etc. and are all color-coded to the color of your room's door. Use
those or whatever you buy yourself. All the borders' rooms have their
own fridge, and if I catch anyone eating my food or using the kitchen
other than for getting water or ice after 9:00pm, they are gone."

The bathroom rules she said were simple too. She said, "Down at the end
of the hall is the bathroom, with a shower and a small tub. Seeing as
you have a =BD bath of your own, you only need the use of the shower or
tubs. Up on the second floor," she said, "There is a big old soaking
tub all by itself in a little room, just off to the right of the
staircase. 9:00pm is the latest you can be using that tub, because the
girls' rooms are on the second floor too. If I catch you within 4 feet
of the girls' doors, I'll call the police". She told me that her room
was at the top of the house in the attic. Sort of fitting I thought,
for this old bat. This place has all the right requirements and two
adorable little extras, so I told her I would take it.

After paying Maggie a month's (non-refundable) rent, I stored what
little gear I had with me in my duffle bag in my closet. I locked my
room and exited out the side door of the basement. I decided to go for
a couple of stiff drinks and check out my new hunting ground. As I came
around the house, the two little girls were back jumping rope out
front.

The smaller one asked what my name was and I said, "I'm Edmond, but you
can call me Eddie, what is your name?"

She said, "I'm Angela and that's Julie, my big sister."

As I shook both of their soft hands, I said, "Nice to meet you two. How
old are you two jumping beauties?"

Julie answered, "I'm 8 but I'll be 9 next week and Angela is 6." Angela
quickly said, "Yeah, but I'll be 7 soon!"

Julie quipped back, "But not for another 3 months," and stuck her
tongue out at her.

I told them that I was going out for a while to do some shopping and
that maybe we could play a game of some sort when I got back if they
wanted. They both got really excited (I guess Maggie didn't take too
much interest in them), Angela asked when I would be back, and if I had
to go now. I told her that I would be back around 5:00pm and that I
needed to go for a bit, but that I looked forward to playing later.

As I walked away, Angela asked how old I was, I told them 10. Angela
giggled and said, "You aren't that young. We told you how old we are,
so now you have to tell us how old you are." Ah, tit for tat eh? So
that's their game, I can do a lot of fun things with that. I turned
back and told them the truth, 42 and waved good-bye.

As I mentioned, it was Saturday and my probation officer wasn't
expecting me to check in with him until Monday afternoon. My first
weekend free of any plans or obligations in 5 years; except to play a
game with Angela and Julie when I got back home. I stepped into a phone
booth to give my friend Brian a call, (he was one of Amy's favorite
men, because he was always gave her money). He is a banker a fellow
pervert, and the only friend that I trusted to take care of all my
ill-gotten drug money while I was imprisoned.

Brian sent me a letter a month before my release informing me that,
because of some good investments he made with part of my money, I now
had roughly $4,353,000 in readily available cash in a bank in
Switzerland, and another $300,000 that was tied up in a high-return
mutual fund. Brian said that when it matured early next year, it would
be worth approximately $575,000. I thanked him very much and told him
to keep up the great work. I also told him that I was going to transfer
$150,000 to an account I was going to set up here at the bank today. I
gave him my new address and cell phone number. Brian asked me if I have
had the pleasure of any young pussy or boy cunt since my release. I
said not yet, but told him about the 2 girls I met today and that I had
plans to play with them later today. I was just about to say goodbye
and hang up, but he said that there was something about Amy and Carol
that he had to tell me.

Brian started by saying, "I hope that you aren't going to freak out or
be mad about this, but Amy is living with me now. My lawyer Carl said
that for the use of Amy for a weekend gangbang, he would be able to
rush my legal guardianship of Amy through the courts without any red
flags being raised. I've seen the video that he made of the gangbang;
and I'll send you a copy, Eddie, it is fucking hot. Amy is 13 now you
know, and is um, 2 months pregnant with my baby."

I said, "I'm not mad at all Brian, in fact if you are happy about it,
I'm happy for both of you. How on earth did you get her, and how does
that sit with Carol?"

Long pause... Then Brian said, "That is the other thing I needed and
should've told you last year. A car struck Carol crossing the road and
she went flying through the air and hit a telephone pole. She's a
vegetable, planted in a hospital for the rest of her life. The doctor
said that she is aware of everything around her, she can see and hear
and feel, but has no motor skills at all. And because of all her past
drug abuse, she is too fried in the brain to use a sight recognition
board to communicate with anyone."

I burst out laughing and said, "Carol the Carrot, I fucking love it!
The only thing wrong about this is that I should've been the person
driving the car. I wanted so much to get even with that bitch."

Brian said, "You still could, Amy and I are planning a trip out west
after the baby is born, she'd love to see you again by the way, she
talks about you all the time. Anyways, how do you think Carol would
react, seeing pictures of you smiling to her while licking/fingering
her granddaughter's baby pussy or sucking the baby boy's cock with your
cum all over his face?"

I told him that it would drive her crazy. Brian chuckled and said,
"Then it's settled, that's what we'll do." Brian continued, "Amy hasn't
changed much since you had her, and she is still a wild little fuck
machine. But for the past 7 months, I am the only one she has let cum
inside her. So I know for a fact that it is my child, we are both
hoping for a girl. Before I forget, Eddie, thanks to you, I have to
piss in her pussy at least once a month."

I laughed and told him that she always did love that, and that I look
forward to seeing them both again, and of course the baby sometime next
year. I hung up the phone and looked down to saw that there was a
little cum spot soaking through to my jeans. Thinking about the times
Amy and I had and now the baby, her baby, that I learned I would get to
use for my pleasure, made me very horny.

After I did my banking downtown, and picked up a few things that I
would need at the room, I returned to my side of the city. I found a
quiet little neighborhood bar to have a few cold ones. It was getting
close to 5:00pm, and I was feeling the effects of the 6 beers I had,
but I wasn't drunk. I remembered that I promised the girls I'd play
with them, so I paid my tab and headed home.

I walked into the yard and was about to go downstairs through the
private entrance, and Julie spotted me. She stuck her head out the
kitchen window and asked if I still wanted to play with them. I told
her that I was just going to use the bathroom and change, and then we
would maybe play tag or hide-and-go-seek or something.

"Whoopee, I'll go get Angela", she said. It was still quite nice out
for early fall, so I took my long-sleeved shirt off and put on a
T-shirt. I'm not sculpted like some Greek god, but for a man my age, I
still looked pretty good. I changed into special a pair of cut off
jeans that were really short, and loose. They were short enough that
with a little wrangling and some "pocket pool", I could easily and
quite "accidentally" flash my cock to them and see where that led. I
also sprayed on some expensive cologne I bought while downtown. Little
girls do love a man that smells pretty, and they tend to want to be
nearer to them too.

I walked out the side door, and Angela came running by and touched my
naked thigh (which sent shivers up and down my body) and then ran off
yelling, "You're it, you're it."

I chased her and then saw Julie hiding behind a tree. I ran over and
touched her side. I said, "Now you're it, come and catch us if you
can."

I went running over towards Angela, who was no longer running from me.
I ran up to her and said, "Quick Angela, come with me." She grabbed
hold of my hand and we ran around the house. There was a poorly kept
hedge that had an opening big enough that we could both crouch in
together and be real close. I pulled Angela into the bush with me and
put my finger up to my mouth and told her to keep quiet 'til Julie ran
by. Julie went running by and didn't even look our way, and continued
around to the other side of the house.

Now to see if Angela would notice my cock poking out from the hem of my
shorts, I slipped my right hand into my right pocket (which I cut out
to give me free and easy access) and maneuvered my cock down the short
leggings of my cut offs. I turned to my left, giving her a clear view
of my crotch area.

She sniffed at the air and said, "Is that you that smells so pretty?" I
told her it was, and then she leaned in to sniff at my shirt. When she
looked down and noticed my cock poking out, she said, "Mr. Mann, your
weenie is sticking out."

I smiled at her and then I looked down at my crotch and said, "I
thought I told you to stay inside Mr. Weenie, you'll catch a cold if
you stay out here."

Angela giggled, and said that it was funny looking. I told her that it
was my best friend and although it may look funny, it's really nice. I
still hadn't tucked my cock back inside my shorts as we talked about
it. I told her that he must really like her to come out and say hello
like that.

She looked back down at it and said, "Nice to meet you, Mr. Weenie". We
heard Julie returning, so I put my cock away and winked at Angela and
said, "Maybe you can come down to my place and see him again sometime -
if you want to, that is."

She didn't answer one way or another. Just then Julie spotted us and
came running over and tapped Angela on the head saying that she was now
it, and for me to follow her. With a cute little bottom like hers, I
would follow her anywhere. We both ran away from Angela, I really
wanted to stay and continue this playing with Angela but...Julie's and
my hiding place wasn't as secluded, so no show and tell for Julie, yet.

We played several different games for about an hour or so when Maggie,
who was oblivious to my playing with the girls and who was totally
pissed by now, called out the door for the girls to come in and wash up
for supper. They both thanked me for playing with them and asked me
what I was doing tomorrow morning. I told them that I didn't have any
plans and that maybe we could play some more then. I told them both
that it might be a good idea not to tell their grandmother about our
playing together today or us being friends.

They said, "OK Mr. Mann, see you later then." I reminded them that they
could call me Eddie, because that is what my friends call me and that
they are my friends.

Angela said, "OK, see you Eddie, and say good-bye to Mr. Weenie for
me". Julie looked a little puzzled, but I'm sure she knew I must have
shown her little sister my cock. Julie kind of gave me a =BD smile, and
she took her little sister's hand and started to walk away. She looked
down towards my crotch, and I was semi hard and there was a noticeable
bulge. It could have just been wishful thinking or my imagination, but
I swear Julie licked her lips as she casually looked at my crotch.

I overheard Julie ask Angela if she had really seen my weenie. Angela's
head nodded yes and then Julie looked back and with a full smile on her
face this time, said, "See you later." I watched them jump up the
stairs of the porch, their little butts jiggling like jelly. I went to
my room and thought about jacking off about the plans I had for these
two girls, but thought I would save this big load for someone other
than myself to enjoy.

It was about 6:30pm and I was starving for more than just some young
pussy. I walked down the street to a local diner and sat down in a
booth at the back. I looked at the menu, and then a short, fat waitress
about 30 years old came over and asked if I had decided what I wanted
yet. I asked her if she recommended anything, she said that a burger
and fries was probably the fastest and easiest thing to order. She
added, that because her regular cook quit today she was waitress and
cook. I said, "Ok, make it a double cheeseburger, with fries and a
coffee."

She brought the coffee over and as I sat there drinking it, I thought
about my day, and what happened to me today. The old Eddie of 5 years
ago would've had Angela sucking my cock within a minute after I exposed
it to her whether she wanted to or not. It's ironic, don't you think;
prison making me softer instead of harder. Well, not softer, maybe just
a little nicer.

My burger and fries came, and it was somewhat edible. I had a couple of
more coffees after supper and read the local paper someone left in the
booth across from me. I started walking back home and was rethinking
how the old Eddie acted. When it came to taking what I wanted when I
wanted, I just did. Reliving those wild days was instantly getting me
hard.

It was only 8:00pm, so I decided to find the young gay stroll that
every city has and pound on some young boy's cunt. I didn't have to
walk too far until I found what I was looking for. There were a couple
of young teen boys, dressed in baggy shorts with their hands in their
pockets and obviously playing with themselves. They were just milling
around, keeping a fair distance from their nearest competitor.
Aimlessly going just into the tree line and grabbing at their crotch
and then coming back out. I took it as the sign that if I wanted one of
them; I was to follow the one I wanted into the woods.

I leisurely walked towards them and looked for the youngest one I could
make out in the setting sunlight that was fading fast. They were all
older than I usually like my boys, but as they say, "Any port in a
storm." The power I have over them and the sensations I get when
plowing my cock deep into a young boy, are almost as good as the
feelings I have when I'm looking into the tear-filled eyes of the
little girl I'm royally deflowering. The youngest girl I've fucked was
4 years old. It was fucking great, but don't let those stories you read
on the Internet fool you. Believe me, you can't totally penetrate
someone that young and ride her hard as hard as I can without doing
major damage, but that's another story.

The boy I picked for my first "freedom fuck" was a short, and very cute
dark-haired boy. He told me that his name was Bradley and that he was
12. He looked older than that to me, but I needed to fuck NOW! He said
that he charged $20 for just a blowjob, $60 if he sucks me and fuck his
ass, and if I wanted to suck him, it was free, but only with a purchase
of one of the other two. He said that if I screwed him out of any money
or hurt him, his father, who he said was parked over in the parking
lot, would kick my ass. I was a bit taken back by his demeanor, but I
was also very impressed that he was so upfront and business like. He
kind of reminded me of myself in my younger days.

I said, "I'll give you $120 but for that, I would want you to do
anything I want". He looked scared, but I then I said, "I wouldn't hurt
you (too much), it's just that I have to be in control, not you. After,
if you didn't enjoy it, I'll double my offer. That's $240 you could
possibly earn."

He tipped his hat, which I guess was the sign to his father that he had
a client. Bradley started into the woods, I looked back to see who, if
anyone was watching me follow this boy into the woods. There was
someone watching, leaning against an old car about a city block away
was a tall burly man, a little older then myself (from what I could
tell), looking in my direction. I raised my hand to my forehead to
shield the setting sun from my eyes to see if he was indeed looking at
me. He then shooed or waved his hand to me, as to say, "Go on, fuck my
son." So I did.

I asked my little fuck boy if it was safe here, and he said that if
there is any sign of the police or anyone else coming our way, that his
dad would honk his horn. Once, if the police show up meaning that we go
through the woods and split up. And twice, if it was time to go home.
Appeased that we wouldn't be interrupted, I told Bradley to strip and
then kneel before me and beg for my cock. He did what he was told and
stripped and assumed the position. Watching him strip and looking at
him kneeling naked before me, I know he was probably really 14 and just
trying to pass himself off as true chicken. Didn't much matter to me
now though, I was going to have this boy no matter what he said or how
old he really was.

After some rather poor begging on his part, I took his head in both of
my hands and roughly mashed it into my crotch. Holding onto his hair,
rubbing his head wildly back and forth giving him an idea of the length
and strength of what was in store for him.

I took off my belt, and his eyes once again lit up with fear. I wasn't
going to hurt him, but he didn't know that. As I looped it loosely
around his neck, I said, "There are two things in life you need to
learn. One, there is honesty and I know you've lied to me about only
being 12. For that mistake, you will now learn the second thing, trust.
I have already trusted you, by following you into the woods, now it is
your turn to trust me." The belt is still very loose around his neck
and I twist it slightly, but not enough to cut off his air. I then
instruct him that just like in life, if he wants something, he should
just take it. Another lesson learned.

He undid my pants, unzipped my fly, and fished my cock out. It was semi
hard, dripping with precum, and looking right at him, it was also
looking for a warm place to call home for a spill, um, I mean, spell.
Bradley licked his narrow little lips at the sight of it and all of a
sudden his begging got a lot more believable, which got me harder. He
said he liked my long slim cock as he slowly stroked the tip of it with
his thumb. Rubbing the precum over the slit of my cock he brought forth
a fresh eruption of the clear white honey to the surface. As if he knew
to ask for this pleasure, he looked up with his big blue eyes and asked
if he could please "lick the dew off this bad dude."

I nodded yes, and told him to start earning his money. With the mention
of money, he then stopped and remembered that I hadn't paid him yet and
asked about it. I said two words, "Honesty, Trust". He hesitated for a
minute, but went back to work sucking my cock. He was only able to get
about =BD in before the gagging started, I looked down, and he was
looking up, those blue eyes now all red and watery. I gruffly said,
"Just relax your fucking throat and take a deep breath, then breathe
out and in through your nose."

He did, and as he did I rammed the rest down his throat. It only stayed
down there for a second or two, 'til I pulled it halfway back out. He
gasped for air and I allowed him to get some before I slipped my cock
right back down. He was a fast learner and quickly got the hang of it,
I love feeling their throat pulse pulsating against my cock as it
slides in and out.

I knew for a fact that his ass wouldn't be cherry, but it was going to
feel like an over ripened cherry ready to burst when I was done filling
it. I pulled my cock out of his mouth and told him to lie down on his
back and pull his legs up to his chest. I put my face to his ass, and
although clearly in his teens, he smelled like a freshly bathed baby.
He must use baby powder after he bathes, to smell that good. I licked
his sphincter and rubbed the edges with my finger causing him to open
up. I buried my face into his ass, pressing my tongue in as far as I
could. I inserted my saliva-covered middle finger deep inside this
boy's ass. Searching for his prostate, that special gland that, when
manipulated correctly, will cause him to squirm and shake and then
really beg for me to fuck him.

I gently and slowly start to caress it; Bradley is grinding against my
finger. I opened my mouth and gobbled down his cock to the base of his
(fresh, but poorly shaven) pubic region. His soft moans of pleasure
turned to gasping whimpers of minor pain when I pressed against his
prostate a little too hard. I think he was ready for my brutal
"ass"ualt.

He was begging and pleading for some cum release, but I said to him, "I
cum first, always!" The only exception to that rule I said was, "When
I'm fucking a pussy, and if it cums before me, fine, all the more lube.
If the pussy doesn't cum at all and is left high and dry, that's fine
too. It only makes them beg for my cock more and I can get a bit
rougher without any fight. But Bradley, when I'm fucking little
boy-cunt like yours and they cum first... Well let's just hope that
that doesn't happen."

I told him that I was going balls deep on the first stab so I handed
him his little bikini underwear to stuff in his mouth to muffle the
screams. He said he has been fucked many times before and that he can
take it. I barked at him, "You haven't been fucked by me and I don't
want your father or someone else running in hearing your screams. Put
them in your fucking mouth now!"

He did and he got that scared look in his eyes again, which was just
the reaction I was looking for. I told him to keep looking into my eyes
and to NOT look away. I spanked his hole a few times with my now
blood-throbbing, heat-seeking cock. I lined it up and BAMM, with one
quick stab and I was in as far as I could possibly go. His eyes were
huge and the muffled scream he let out was music to my ears.

I long-dicked him for what seemed like an hour, but was probably only
15 minutes or so. His ass was still very tight for a male hooker, and
his body frame was tiny enough for me to fantasize that he was a
younger boy. Each forward thrust deep into his bowels brought me closer
and closer to filling him with my cum. He was enjoying the steady
rhythm I was pounding him with, and his 5-inch rock hard cock was
twitching, and needing some immediate release.

Just as I was about to cum, I grabbed his little hairless balls and
gave them a good hard squeeze, causing him to try and pull back and
away from me. With the end of the belt in my other hand I pulled back
the rein. Bradley looked really scared now, and that was when I dropped
hold of the belt and pushed down on his chest roughly. With one last
push, I released my tight grip of his balls and flooded his fuck canal
with cum, wave after wave of my hot cum soothed his battered little
chute. I slumped down on top of him; pulling his underwear out of his
mouth. He gasped for air, but his mouth was met with the salty but
sweet sweat pouring from my forehead directly into his mouth, which he
eagerly drank up.

When he could speak, he begged me, "Can I cum now?"

I said, "Not yet, soon, very soon."

When my cock slithered out from his ass, his entire body convulsed a
few more seconds later he regained his senses again and said, "Holy
Fuck!!! I've been fucked before, but never like that! Thanks, I almost
hate to charge you now, but I do, and I am."

I looked into his eyes and said, "You're a good little fuck too, a
little older than I prefer my boys, but I'd do you again sometime.
Maybe someplace secluded where I could hear you scream and do other
nasty things to, on, and in you."

"Would you, really?" he said. "I have always wanted to try some nasty
stuff, but the men I get here are just looking for a quick fuck or
suck." He also said that his father, even though he was pimping him
out, didn't want him doing any weird shit. "Strictly fuck and suck, and
nothing more," was what he said his father always told him before
taking him to the park.

I told him that if he could find some younger boys and some young girls
for me that he could trust, I would set up something up. "How young are
you talking about?" he asked. I told him to tell me the truth about his
own age first.

He admitted to being 14. I said to him, "You're getting a little "long
in the tooth" (pointing to his cock) and that it is very dangerous and
stupid to try and pass yourself off as chicken, especially to men like
me". This would've been one of those times that the "old" Eddie
would've made the kid pay, big time, for his lie.

I told him that I do enjoy fucking a young boy, but a little girl's
tight pussy suited me better. Again he asked, "How young are we talking
about?"

I said, "I like them from babies to... well, I guess about your age. It
all depends on my mood. Like tonight, I wanted total control over some
young boy's body, to do with as I pleased, and I found you. Sometimes
I'm in the mood for a girl or boy as young as 5 or 6 to fuck. It simply
depends on the circumstances and opportunities that arise."

As I was telling him about some of my sexual exploits, he was stroking
himself and I could tell he was very near to completion. I moved down
his slender body and swallowed his entire cock and most of his tiny
ball sack into my mouth and rammed 3 fingers deep into his cum- (my
cum) filled ass. He blew an average load for a kid his age, and it was
sweet. I almost started to laugh when I heard him say, "That's right
old man, take all my boy-juice down your fucking throat".

After he and I got dressed, I handed him the $120 (I half-expected him
to ask for the $240 deal, but he didn't). I told him that if he wanted
to earn some more money by getting me the some of the "little things"
we discussed, I would give him my cell number. He quickly agreed and
said that he already had someone in mind. He said he knew someone who
had a little sister that was 7 years old. He said that his friend Tommy
owed him a big favor and that it would be easy to talk him and Sally
into it. He said the Sally adores her older brother and would do
anything for him.

I asked him how old Tommy was, and Bradley told me that he was a
neighbor and that he was 10. I told him to make sure that any friend or
friends he introduces me to, that they know the score beforehand. That
they will be meeting me for sex, once we meet, that there is no backing
down or calling the police. If they do, they will get hurt, BADLY! But
if they do cooperate and keep their mouths shut, I guarantee them a
good time and maybe some spending cash. Not a lot of money that would
draw attention from their parents asking where and how they got it.

That is where so many of us make our mistakes; and I wasn't going back
to prison as a child molester. Our kind don't fare too well in prison.
I started to write down my cell number from prison, Cellblock D/Tier
2/bed #25, instead of my cell phone number. I stopped half way through
and scratched it out and wrote down my cell phone number and handed it
to him. He said that he would give me a call on Sunday or Monday with
any news of them willing to "meat" with me or not.

I kissed him long and passionately, we swapped spit and his cum, 'til
we heard leaves rustling and twigs snapping close by. It was his
father, coming to check up on him. Bradley quickly backed off, breaking
our kiss. I guess kissing his dates is something his father doesn't
approve of, go figure. I admit I got a little scared myself, I wasn't
sure I could take him if it came to blows, should anything happen.

He was a burly guy like I said, and as he walked up to his son, he
said, "This guy giving you any trouble? Did he pay you yet? You've been
gone a long time". Bradley handed him $60 and said, "No trouble dad, he
paid me $60 for a suck and fuck." I looked at Bradley and he winked at
me without his father seeing. I thought to myself, I gave him $120.
Bradley was screwing his old man out of $60. (Good for him!) I somehow
felt he could be trusted in spite of the fact he would even screw his
own father out of money.

As I exited the park, I noticed a police cruiser patrolling the lower
part of the parking lot and they would've made it to where I was just
fucking Bradley in a matter of just a few minutes. Glad I left when I
did. Now that I have Bradley in my back pocket (so to speak) with the
possibility of some 7-year-old pussy and her 10-year-old brother, and
let's not forget the 2 girls at home, I hopefully won't have to chance
coming here again.

I got back to the house around 10:30pm and there were no lights on at
all. I figured everyone must be in bed or out somewhere. I wanted to
soak in the big tub upstairs, but the rule that nobody but the girls
and Maggie were allowed to be on the second floor after 9:00pm
prevented me. I walked around the side of house to my private entrance,
down the steps, and was about to open my room door, when I noticed a
piece of paper partially out under my door. It is from some guy named
Uri. I assumed he was one of the borders that lived above me. The note
read as follows:

Sir, please to forgive my bad English. Maggie has taken sick and in
hospital. She asks me to you if you please watch the girls till her
back from hospital. I cannot as I work from now till later Sunday
night. The other one, my neighbor she away and back Monday. Maggie say
that she look at kids if her not back from hospital yet. OK?

Uri

I took the note inside and reread it in my room. Could this be maybe be
a trap set up by Maggie to see if I would go upstairs and molest her
granddaughters? I thought to just play it safe and stay in my room. I
then thought that if it's true, that if it is just the girls and I
here, I should at the very least go upstairs and see that all the doors
and windows are locked. Then maybe sneak upstairs to the second floor
for a long soak if everything looked cool.

I grabbed a towel along with some other items I bought today while
shopping and headed upstairs and into the kitchen. It was very quiet
and dark in the house. I found the light switch and turned it on and
then checked all the doors and windows to see if they were secure, they
were. I thought, "fuck Maggie's rule, if I have been forced to watch
these two girls by default (forced, yeah right), I will take a long hot
bath any fucking time I wanted."

I reached the top of the second floor and stopped to see if I could
hear the girls at all. I didn't, and I proceeded on into the soaking
room. I must admit that, for an old drunk, she kept a clean and
well-maintained home. This soaking room that I speak of is really just
a glorified walk-in closet. To the right as you enter is an old cast
iron claw-footed tub that is huge and deep, and there is a nice 6'
cedar bench that runs across the other wall and only a foot away from
the tub. As you enter, the wall opposite the door is done completely
done in mirrors, and the other three walls (including the door) are
wallpapered with a lush tropical forest scene.

There is a basket next to the door filled with several objects. I look
inside and find some little tea candles along with a lighter. I light a
few candles and turn the overhead light off and start running the hot
water. Under the bench is a big bottle of Mr. Bubbles bubble bath,
which I assumed belonged to the girls, and they wouldn't mind if I used
some.

I squirted a few big gulps under the running water, took my clothes off
and looked at myself in the wall of mirror. Turning from side to side,
I studied the slowly sagging but still quite firm ass, my pectoral
muscles have definitely lost some of their once perkiness, but at least
I still have great legs and a constantly hungry cock. When I was in my
20's, my head was shaved clean, but I had all my body hair permanently
removed, I wasn't about to leave any trace of DNA on any girl that
cried rape. The only hair I have now is on my head, which I noticed is
getting grayer, and a little mustache that likes to tickle little
twats.

The room is getting steamy and hot now, so I opened the door a bit and
turned the hot water off and the cold water on. A minute later the fire
alarm goes off from the steam of my bath rolling across the ceiling of
the hall. I freak out! I grab my towel and rush out to find the alarm
itself and wave the towel under it to stop the shrieking noise. I waved
my towel under it and it finally stops, but not before waking the girls
up. They both walked out from their bedrooms at the same time; the
lights of their rooms spotlight me in the hall. I'm naked with just my
towel to cover up with unless the alarm goes off again. I hold the
towel up to cover myself, just in case Maggie is home.

The girls are surprised to see me standing there, yet alone in just a
towel. I explained to them what happened and they said it happens every
time someone takes a really hot bath without turning the fan on.
Standing there looking at them in their little nightshirts, I could
feel life growing under my hand holding the towel covering my cock.
Adjusting the towel, I wrapped it around my waist, draping the front to
partly cover my growth. They had a good view of my body as they came
closer. Julie asked me why I didn't have any body hair. I told her that
I had them permanently removed when I was younger, and as I told her
this, some water came trickling into the hall.

"Fuck", I said, "I forgot to turn the water off". I ran to the tub and
leaned over to turn the water off, my towel wrap slipped loose. I
turned and was about to refashion it so I could go find a mop, and
Julie and Angela were both standing right in front of me, so I just
used the towel to cover my front as I did in the hall. I asked Julie if
she knew where a mop was so I could clean this up.

She said, "Go on with your bath, I know where the mop is and I'll clean
it up for you Eddie."

Angela said, "I know where it is too, and I'll help," and she ran to go
get the mop. I thanked Julie for helping and asked her if she had any
news about Maggie and what happened. She said that she didn't have any
news and that Maggie drinks and smokes too much. Julie said she was
happy that I was here to watch them and not Uri or Gladys.

Julie said, "Uri is old and boring and he is hard to understand, and
Gladys is always as drunk as Nana." As Julie is telling me this it
occurs to me that she has been glancing off to the side while talking
to me, she was staring at my bare ass in wall of mirrors behind me.

Angela came back with the mop and handed it to her sister standing in
the doorway, and said, "You do half and I'll do half."

Angela poked her head further into the bathroom and noticed that I have
used some of her bubble bath, and says, "Hey, you used some of my
bubble bath." I told her that I would replace it, and she said, "That's
all right, I like you and you can use it any time you want."

I said, "I like you too, very much. If there is anything of mine that
you ever want to use, you go right ahead, sweetie. You too, Julie."
Angela blushed and turned to go help her sister who was mopping the
same spot of water and suds she started with in front of the doorway.
She was still staring at my ass in the mirror, when she noticed that I
noticed, she quickly turned away and started on the trail of water that
was slowly moving further down the hall. I partially closed the door,
leaving a small crack for them to maybe take a peek of me bathing if
they wanted. I dropped the towel and pulled the plug to drain some of
the water out of the overfilled tub.

I stepped into the tub and it felt great, after the sex I just had with
Bradley, chasing the girls around, the fire alarm, I truly needed this.
I lay back in the big old tub, the warmth of the water surrounding me.
I closed my eyes and drifted off, reliving my evening in my mind. Then
I hear the unmistakable sound of shushing and nearby floorboards
squeaking.

Sure enough, two little sets of eyes appear at the crack. I keep my
head down low so that they can't see that I have my eyes slightly open
via the mirrors. I grab a washcloth and some soap and start to wash my
chest and arms. I sit up a bit further and turn to the left a little to
reach and scrub my back with my right hand. As I did, I heard them
scatter back down the hall. I settled back down into the tub and within
seconds they were back watching me. I arched my back, lifting the
middle part of my torso just out of the water. Soap bubbles covering
most of my cock and balls, I could still see them out the corner of my
eye, still watching me, so I took hold of my cock and gave it a couple
of long, unhurried strokes. I softly moaned and then lowered myself
back down into the warmth of the tub. I repeated this action a few
times, each time making sure there were fewer and fewer bubbles
covering my now fully-erect cock.

A knock at the door startled me. "Come in," I said.

Julie and Angela came in and Julie said, "We're done out here, do you
want us to do this floor too?"

I said, "You don't have to do that, but seeing as you are both here and
willing, go ahead, my dears."

Julie nudged Angela's side prompting Angela to ask me, "Can we say
hello to Mr. Weenie? You said that I could see him again sometime and
Julie hasn't seen him yet. Please, Please, Eddie?"

I said, "Sure, but on two conditions. One, you both can never ever tell
anyone, not even your best friends that I let you see Mr. Weenie." They
both agreed as every kid would.

"Two, you can never lie to me. Angela, you have already lied to me when
you said Julie hasn't seen Mr. Weenie didn't you?" Angela had her head
hung low and nodded yes. I looked at Julie and said, "You both were
peeking at me playing with it, weren't you?" She nodded a yes too.

I said, "OK then, do you both agree to never tell anyone, and never lie
to me again?" They both said, "Yes."

I stood up, the water and suds slowly sliding down my body and they are
both transfixed on my 9" cock. Angela said, "See, I told you that it
was funny-looking Julie, it's bigger then I remembered too. Is it
always this big?"

She had only seen the tip and maybe an inch or two coming out of my
shorts, so of course it looked bigger. I said, "No honey, it isn't
always this big, it's called a 'penis' or 'cock'. But you can call it
anything you want, and it seems to like you two girls a lot. Would you
both like to touch it and maybe play with it?"

"Could we?" Angela said.

"Sure you could. How about the two of you joining me in the tub? It
will be fun, I promise. Hmmm? How does that sound?"

Julie had a blank "I don't know" type look on her face, but Angela had
her nightshirt off and was in the tub quicker than you could say,
"Howdy". Angela stood right next to me, reached up and took hold of my
cock with both hands, and said, "Wow, it's hard and hot, and I can feel
it breathing."

It was pulsating hard at the touch of her soft little hands, Julie was
still just standing there, watching her little 6-year-old sister play
with my cock. I knew Julie wanted to be doing it too; I needed to say
something to maybe put her mind at ease. I said, "Julie you don't have
to do anything you don't want to, but I can show you some fun things
that will make you feel really good down there." I pointed to her
pussy, which was almost visible due to the sheerness of the nightshirt
and the water that she got on it, making it cling to her body.

She said, "Do Angela first, if she likes it, maybe I'll let you do that
to me too."

"Hmmm," I thought, "the old Eddie wouldn't have tolerated words like
'maybe I'll let you.' They would have been returned to sender with a
sharp slap across the face followed by a brutal fucking." I have gotten
nicer, much nicer. I did admire Julie a bit, though, for offering her
little sister to me as a test subject.

I turned back to Angela who was still marveled by my cock size and the
heat it gave off. I told her that she could play with it some more
after, but I wanted to play with her now too.

I said, "Slide down into the water so that you are wet all over and
then sit on the inside edge of the tub." She did, and when she was
seated, I said, "I'm going to start by gently touching and kissing
parts of your body, if I do anything you don't like, just say 'stop'
and I will, OK?"

She said yes and I started to stroke her hair softly and worked my
hands ever so slowly down and over her flat chest. I leaned in and
kissed her nose and she smiled up at me. I circled my fingers around
the not even dime-sized nipples and she started to breathe heavily.
Julie, by this time had taken a seat on the bench, her hands folded
over her little mound. I could see that she was also lightly rubbing
herself.

I returned my focus on Angela, I kissed her lips and moved to her neck
(that tickled her) and made my way down to her chest. I played with
both her nipples, gently tweaking them in between two fingers. I then
took a finger, put it to her lips, and said, "Open your mouth Angela.
I'm going to suck on your nipples for a while. If I suck or nibble on
them too hard, you have my permission to bite down on my finger as hard
as you want, OK?"

She moaned a barely audible "yes". While I was licking and nibbling at
one nipple then the other, my free hand now massaging her legs. I moved
my finger back and forth in her mouth and she understood that I wanted
her to lick and suck on it. Both her nipples were hard and the skin
around them red, from my giving them temporary hickeys. The redness and
the little swelling would be gone in a few hours' time.

Now on to the main course, I told Angela that I was going to touch her
pussy and she said, "My what?" to which Julie said, "He is going to
touch your hole, you know, your cunny, your vagina."

I said, "If it's OK?"

She nodded yes but then asks for a finger to bite on if she doesn't
like it. I happily put my finger back into her sucking mouth, telling
her she will love it. I licked her virginal slit from top to bottom,
using a little force to part the lips open a bit. Angela squirmed and
was sucking my finger even harder. I did it a few more times and she
was panting and pushing her pelvis into my face as I licked. With my
other hand I rubbed my two "peace sign" fingers along her slit and then
made the sign, peeling her lips apart, exposing all her pinkness to me.
(I wonder if this is how the peace sign originally got its name?)

I tapped on her tiny little pea-sized clit and lapped at it with the
tip of my tongue. Angela was now almost writhing around so much I could
hardly stay focused on it, Julie had moved from the bench and was now
standing right by the tub. I could hear her breathing, almost panting.
I knew that she would be next and I was sure she did too.

I told Angela to spread her legs wider along the length of the top of
the tub, with her butt still sitting on the top end of the tub. As
Angela complied, Julie took off her nightshirt and climbed into the tub
behind me. I only caught a glimpse of her, but I liked what little I
did see.

I smiled at her and said, "Welcome! Care to wash my back for me?"

She said, "Sure," and started to soap up my back using her bare hand
and a bar of soap in the other.

I continued eating Angela out, occasionally tickling her clit with my
fingertip. Slowly I worked more and more of my probing finger deeper
into her tight little love canal. Her head fell back, and started
rolling back and forth, her moaning and cooing got louder and then,
SPLASH! Angela slipped off the rim of the tub and back into the water
causing a wave of water to splash out of the tub and on to the floor.

We all looked at each other and then burst out laughing. Angela climbed
back up and sat on the edge of the tub, spread her legs wide and
pleaded with me to keep doing what I was doing. I continued with my
oral gratification of this fine young pussy, with glee. Julie had
become more bold and immodest and was massaging my ass with both hands.
This girl had some fixation with my ass; it made me wonder what she
would've thought about it if she had seen it in its glory days. Shortly
later, Julie was probing my anus with the fingers of one hand while the
other hand was reaching around and tugging at my cock or rolling my
balls around. I needed to cum badly.

Having Julie groping at my cock and tickling my sphincter and my face
buried in Angela's pussy was just about all I could take. I told Julie
to keep playing with my ass when I stood up, and then I looked at
Angela and said, "I'm going to put some special cream on you, it will
squirt out from my cock and onto your pussy, Ok? Then I'll lick it off
and push a little in with my tongue, it will feel like my tongue is
covered in silk, and you know how soft silk feels, right?"

"OK, but hurry, I really like what you are doing to me," Angela said.

I stood up and knelt into where my cock was even with Angela's pussy
and started to jack off. Bouncing the tip of my cock on her soft puffy
mound and furiously fisting my cock, I wasn't going to last too much
longer. Julie rested her head on my right shoulder and was watching all
what I was doing to her little sister from the exact same view I had.

I could feel her hot baited breath on my cheek and what felt like 2 of
her slender fingers just inside my ass. I turned my head towards Julie,
who closed her eyes and opened her mouth for an anticipated kiss, and I
kissed her. She kept working her fingers into my ass and I kept jacking
my cock at Angela's pussy. I opened my eyes and turned a little, so as
not to stop Julie's kiss, and looked at Angela's face. She had her eyes
fixed on my cock and she was pinching her own nipples really hard. I
was just about to cum, so I broke off my kiss with Julie and told them
both to watch.

Julie still fingering my ass, I arched my back and let loose a torrent
of cum right on the mark (or on the Angela, in this case). I looked at
Angela and her eyes were as wide as saucers, I could see Julie's eyes
in the mirror and hers were just as big. I made sure to get some high
on her chest so that she could dip her finger in for a taste, if she so
desired. If not, all the more for me to rub onto her nipples later to
help sooth the redness while I finish eating her out after I'm done
cumming. That's if I ever stop cumming.

What a long awaited, and literally a "long time cumming" sight to see
again, my cum covering a pretty 6-year-old girl's pussy. Now to finish
what I started, I knelt down back into the tub on all fours, leaving my
ass out of water and into the air. I rubbed my face along Angela's
mound of cum-covered pussy and licked up some of my own cum (I've eaten
my own cum since I was a boy, and I love it). I licked a nice glob of
cum right into Angela's slit. I slipped a finger (a little more than my
first knuckle) into her and she jumped a bit. But I could feel her also
pressing down a little, too. I kept a slow but steady pace, alternating
my tongue and my finger sometimes at the same time.

Julie asked, "How is it, sis?"

I then told Julie to ask Angela if she would like to do it to her
first. Angela's reply shocked not only Julie, but me too. She said,
"Come out of the tub sis, and I'll show you."

"Really?" said Julie. "Is that OK, Eddie?"

I lifted my head back out of Angela's pussy and said, "Sure it is, in
fact I'd love to see it, but I'm afraid I'll have my face buried in
Angela's pussy."

I thought for a minute. "Wait a second, I have a perfectly brilliant
idea. We'll all get out of the tub. Angela, you lay flat on your back
with your head at the end of the bench, and keep your legs spread as
wide as you can. Julie, you go and squat over Angela's face. That way I
will just have to look up a little while I keep eating little Angela
out 'til she has an orgasm or two."

"'Til I what?" Angela asked inquisitively.

Julie replied, "'Til your body and cunny tingles, and you feel like
you're going to pee." I don't think Julie was as innocent as she
pretended to be.

We all got out of the tub, and I got my first real good look at Julie.
She still had a very flat chest and a hairless cunny that was red and
puffy from playing with herself. I purposely arranged Angela to lie on
the bench so that Julie would be straddling Angela's mouth while facing
the mirror. I did this for a couple of reasons - so that Julie could
see part of what I was doing to her sister, and so that Julie could
keep staring at my ass. I hoped Julie wouldn't be opposed to eating my
ass. I love getting rimmed by a young tongue. She was obviously
attracted to it and maybe with a little coaxing, she would. If not, I
was sure she would enjoy using a dildo on it sometime.

I went back to fingering and eating the plump little mound before me.
Occasionally looking up to watch Angela eat her first pussy, and to
watch Julie's expressions. Julie's eyes were closed and she was rubbing
at her tiny nipples that were now red and taut. I was careful not to
finger Angela to deeply. I wanted to save busting her sweet cherry for
another day, with my cock.

Angela removed her mouth from her sister's pussy and said, "Stop Eddie,
I am going to pee!"

I lifted my head from her swollen pussy and said, "Just go ahead, this
is the part that you'll love the most."

I locked my mouth onto her slit with a vacuum like seal, and massaged
her surrounding mound. Milking her, I only got a few short blasts, but
when I started to rub her anus, I was soon rewarded with a nice steady
stream of her tasty piss.

Julie looked down, and heard me gulping down Angela's hot golden piss
and said, "Ewww, doesn't that taste awful?"

When Angela had finished using my mouth as a toilet, and as I licked
the last few drops off of Angela's pussy, I said, " It is something you
either like or don't." I thought of Amy and added, "It's either your
cup of pee, or it isn't."

Julie caught the humor, and it made her laugh, Angela was still zoned
out from her first orgasm. I rested my head on Angela's stomach and
looked at both of them and said, "I like to drink little girls' and
boys' piss, it shows how much I care for them."

Angela sat up and rested on her elbows, Julie moved around and sat on
the bench beside her sister, and asked, "You do this with boys too?" I
told her that that I did, and that there were lots of other fun things
I could teach them about pleasing themselves and others.

Angela said that she was tired. She wanted to play some more, but was
too sleepy right now. I told her that she should just go to bed then
and that we will definitely play this game again sometime. Julie didn't
know if that meant that her night was over too or not, so she asked if
they both could sleep with me tonight. I knew it was dangerous, but the
idea was too tempting to resist.

I said, "Sure, but where, downstairs in my room, or in one of your
rooms?"

Julie suggested Maggie's big bed, and when I said that it might be too
risky because of the mess we would make in her bed, she said, "We do
all the laundry and all the cleaning here anyways, so I'll just do the
sheets in the morning." So the old hag had her grandkids doing all the
work while she drank her face off watching TV, lazy bitch! We gathered
up all our clothes, and proceeded up the attic stairs, to where I am
sure no man has gone for a very long time, Maggie's room.

Angela went up first, followed by Julie, then me. Angela paused on the
stairs =BD way up, which left me face to face (lol) with Julie's bare
ass. I put a hand on each cheek and spread them apart and gave her pink
button a long lick. Julie turned back with (pardon the expression), the
biggest shit-eating grin I have ever seen.

Maggie's room was filled with antiques and boxes; it also smelt of
stale beer and cigarette smoke. Angela and Julie jumped up on to the
bed and patted where I was to join them, in the middle. Angela put her
head on my chest and her hands went directly to my cock. She said that
it was so soft and rubbery now, and kept playing with it. It woke up
with a purpose, as she gently fell asleep. Julie at this time was going
back and forth from nibbling on my nipples to smelling my hairless
underarms. I could hear her inhale as she buried her nose into my
armpit. She liked the smell, and licked what little sweat was there.
This pleased me, that she liked the smell and taste of a man, and there
was hope after all that she would eat my ass someday. Angela released
her grip of my cock and then rolled over into the fetal position, fast
asleep. I covered her with part of the blanket that was free from under
all our bodies. One down and one to go, I thought. I turned to my left
side to "get to know Julie a little better."

I looked into her eyes and asked, "So who was it? Was it your father?"
Julie's face went pale, wondering how I knew she wasn't so innocent or
a virgin. I didn't, I only knew she had been played with before because
of some of her actions and comments tonight. She put her head on my
chest and said that her father had tried to rape her when she was 5,
but that her mother caught him just before he was going to fuck her.

I thought to myself, SO she is still a virgin and I would soon give her
the painful delight of losing it. I asked about her father now, where
he was etc. She said that the last he heard he was living on the
streets in Vancouver, and that he was a drunk like his mother (Maggie)
is. I wanted to ask about their mother but thought it might break the
mood, so I'd save that question for another time.

She asked me if I was going to do to her what I did to Angela and then
what her father was going to do her too. I said, "I would like to, and
when I break your little cherry, (her hymen, I explained) it will hurt
and bleed for a while, but you'll will really love it shortly
thereafter and every time you do it after that. It only really hurts
once, unless the man is rough."

She said, "You wouldn't hurt me or be rough with me, would you Eddie?"
I told her that I could be and that I like to be rough at times, but
that for her first time, I would be as gentle as I could. She seemed at
ease by that and said, "OK, do it, do it all now, Eddie!"

I made my descent down to Julie's half-eaten peach that Angela didn't
finish. I licked her slit from top to bottom rapidly, like a cat
lapping up water. They were short licks, mind you, but they tasted
heavenly. Julie reached down, pressed my face harder into her pussy,
and lifted her slender hips off the mattress. My tongue played with her
clit and I nibbled at it, causing Julie to cry out. Not in pain, but in
bliss.

Angela didn't stir at all during Julie's cries. She just kept on
sleeping, probably dreaming of cute little puppy dogs or fluffy white
kittens, but I hoped that Angela was dreaming of my cock too.

Julie spread her legs further, giving me better access. I lightly
pulled her pussy lips apart and buried my tongue in her, along with my
middle finger. Sure enough, her hymen was still in place. What a loser
her father was, to be so close and then to not finish the job. Sure, I
cared a bit about Julie and Angela, but a horny cock has no conscience
(I'm no better). I bet his cock was little, anyway.

I shifted my body so that we were in the classic 69 position. Julie
instinctively knew what I wanted and took my hard cock into her mouth.
I continued on with the matter at hand (make that finger and mouth). I
flicked at her clit, causing it to redden and puff out a little, Julie
was trying her best to take as much of me into her mouth as she could.
I thought, no time like the present to see if she'll eat me while I eat
her, so I said, "Would you lick and stick your tongue in my ass? I
promise that if you don't like it, you can stop."

She agreed, and started to lick the rim of my anus. She put her nose
right in the crack and I again heard her inhale a deep breath. She
poked her tongue tentatively at first into my ass, and when she
realized that she indeed did like it, she pressed her head harder
against my ass, making her tongue go deeper. I loved it, she was a
great little ass rimmer, but I needed her to lube me up some more so I
could fuck her. I told Julie I needed her to go back to sucking my cock
if I was going to fuck her. She reluctantly now took her tongue from my
ass and returned licking and sucking my cock. She wanted it, and I was
going to give it to her.

I told her to keep looking into my eyes at all times while I'm fucking
her, so that I could watch her childhood innocence leave her body and
soul. Julie was nicely lubed up by the tongue bath I had given her and
I was ready to cum for the third time tonight. I placed the tip of my
cock on top of her pussy and marveled at how such a little thing could
be filled with such a big package.

I did the "obligatory spanking of the pussy with my cock" thing... and
pressed the tip of my cock into her tiny vice. Julie winced at the
initial invasion, but soon relaxed and rocked a little more of me in
her. As you know, I like to do the first thrust with one giant 9" stab,
but I promised Julie I would be gentle and she does like to eat my ass,
so... I looked into her eyes that were glued to mine, and pressed a
little more into her, she now only had about 2 =BD " before I put
another inch or so in and felt the great barrier that I was about to
break. I told her to grab a hold of my nipples and twist them real
hard.

I said, "This is going to hurt a lot at first, but I promise that you
will like it. I want you, and I mean WANT you to really twist my
nipples as hard as you can as I break your cherry." I like to receive a
little pain myself, as I cause so much, to so little.

Just before I took the first and most fun stab at her pussy, I realized
I could have used a little lube. She wasn't as wet as I had figured,
but oh well, too late now.

"Ready?" I said.

She looked deep into my eyes and nodded yes. 1,2,3 SLAM!!! I restrained
myself by putting it all in at once, and only put in maybe 5 or 6
inches. Everything went black around me, all I could see was her
glowing icy-blue eyes, and there was dead silence in the room. I
couldn't hear her breathing or even my own, if was if time had stopped
still.

The only thing I could feel was, Julie twisting on both my nipples with
all her might, and the unbelievably tight grip her pussy had on my
cock. Feeling her blood starting to trickle on the shaft of my cock
brought me back to some reality and focus. Julie was still staring at
me, tears filling her eyes, but no sign of hate or fear. I smiled down
at her and kissed a tear away and told her that I would just leave my
cock where it was (and it was so very warm, and cozy) until she told me
she was ready to do some slow and easy fucking. She said OK, and took a
minute before giving me the nod to go on.

Looking into her eyes as I slowly pulled a little bit of my cock back,
her body shook, but it didn't react in a way that it wanted me to
extract my member from it. In fact, I felt as if I was being sucked
back in. I short-stroked her, sliding only 2 or 3 inches at a time in
and out of her bleeding badge of newfound womanhood. Aside from my
initial entry, I hadn't heard her scream or cry out, although when I
busted through and everything went black, she could've been screaming
her lungs out.

I picked up my pace and the amount of cock I pulled out and put back
in, and she was ready. I smiled down at her, and then put the whole 9
inches in. Her eyes were huge and I could see my reflection in them. I
left it resting on her cervix and told her that she was in control now.
She could pull back and take as much as she wanted to out, but that she
would have to put some back in too. She rocked her hips back and forth,
taking a fair amount out and taking the same amount back in. Her
innocence and the painful look she once had in her eyes, was now
replaced with absolute lust and pride. Lust because she was truly
enjoying it and pride because she knew that she was no longer just a
little girl, she was a "fucking" little girl.

I told her that I was going to start giving her some long, slow
fucking, and to keep twisting my nipples until I came in her pussy. She
wrapped her legs around my waist and I pulled my cock almost all the
way out, I looked down at my cock; it was covered in thin, red, vaginal
blood. I didn't see any flowing out, so I knew I didn't do any real
damage. I carried on and continued to long-dick her for about 10
minutes. This being my third cum for the night, I wasn't expecting too
much, nor could I last much longer, and told her so. I locked my mouth
on hers and kissed her passionately, and with jackrabbit like haunches,
I let it fly. Deep inside her I came, giving her not as much as Bradley
or even Angela received tonight, but enough that she certainly felt it
filling her, soothing the subsiding pain with warmth.

I stayed in her for a bit, wanting to pee in her like I did with Amy,
but thought I would save that treat for Julie another time. I am sure
she had at least one orgasm during mine, but I told her I was going to
finish her off like I did Angela earlier. If she felt she was going to
pee, to just go ahead. I promised I wouldn't allow much if any, to
spill or drip onto Maggie's sheets. I slipped my cock out of her pussy
and it was slick with cum and blood. My now pink-colored cum, mixed
with a little of her freshly fucked vaginal blood was starting to seep
out of Julie's pussy. I smacked my lips at the sight. This is truly a
"man's cocktail", add a shot or two of warm piss as a chaser, and
you've really got something there. My mouth was salivating for it, so I
dove in.

Julie lifted her knees up and pulled them far apart, I thought, Damn!
Where was my camera? Brian would've loved a "shot" of this. I rubbed my
face into her red and faintly injured pussy, tasting the sweet
concoction we had just made together. Tasting, teasing and tracing my
tongue along and deep into her slit was driving her crazy and started
to thrash around wildly. Angela, she was snoring and still out like a
light, unaware of her sister's new conquest. Angela will be pissed that
she missed it. (Again, insert your own joke here)

At the height of Julie's climax, she squeezed my head so that it was
"locked down" on her pussy till she was done. Fine with me, I continued
eating her and I could feel her chest heaving and that she was too
young to cum, but she would be releasing some piss, so I started to
suck her on her flesh tube, like a straw. Her body shook so much it
wobbled the bed too, and NOW I could really her screams. I was almost
worried, but I was literally to "wrapped up" in what I was doing, that
I didn't care if the neighbors heard screams of passion. The rush and
excitement of eating her like this, made my cock react and I could feel
myself cumming again. I caught what little I could of it in the palm of
my hand and blindly lifted my arm up, offering it to Julie to see if
she would try it. Imagine my shock and surprise when I felt two tongues
licking it up. Julie's screams woke sleeping beauty up, and she was
hungry too.

After Julie's first atomic orgasm, my head was released from its tight
grip between her legs. I sat up between the two of them, Julie leaned
over and licked my face clean of any remains of my/our pink colored
cum. Angela wanted to know what she missed, and scooped with her little
fingers, some leaking cum, straight from the tap. Then put it in her
mouth and smiled, saying how good it was. Julie and I looked at each
other, she still could talk yet, so I told Angela that her sister was
able to get all of my cock into her pussy and was no longer just a
little girl, she was a "fucking" little girl.

Knowing that Angela was competitive with Julie she said, "I want to be
a "fucking" little girl too." I said that there is always tomorrow, and
that we should all get some sleep now. Julie had recovered and said,
"Eddie, that was, I don't know what to say, it was like nothing else I
could compare it to. I want to do that again tomorrow and the day after
that, and the day after that..." I hugged her tightly and told her that
she has lots of wonderful fucks to come, just like her sister Angela.
They both went to sleep within minutes and with contented smiles on
each of their faces. I must have worn them out. Truth be told, they
wore me out too.

I closed my eyes, thinking about my evening. I haven't even been in
Alberta for 24 hours, and I have already fucked and sucked a teen boy,
ate a 6-year-old girl's pussy, ate and fucked a virgin 8-year-old girl,
and drank both of their piss. Not to mention the promise of Bradley's
10-year-old friend and his 7-year-old sister, topped with Angela
wanting to lose her virginity tomorrow.... God Bless America? Fuck that
shit! God Bless Alberta, I am home! As I drifted off into a deep sleep,
I had an eerie feeling that we were not alone in the room...

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